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Sex Ed	By : Alcoholic_Rootbeer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 39682 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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All of the love for this fic -it warms my heart and my bones. Thank you so much! We're about 2-3 chapters away from the end. I hope you enjoy! Thank you Waymay for finding the time to edit this!
~A.
He's a guy that you should feel sorry for
He had the world but he thought that he wanted more
I owe it all to the mistake he made back then
I owe it all to my girl's ex-boyfriend
If it wasn't for him
I would still be searching
If it wasn't for him
I wouldn't know my best friend
If it wasn't for him
He would be able to see
If it wasn't for him
He would be as happy as me
"My Girl's Ex-Boyfriend" by Relient K
Draco Malfoy, for all intents and purposes, felt entirely out of place surrounded by the Weasley clan as Neville Longbottom pleaded apologies with Hermione in the corner of the quaint living room setting. Though he couldn't hear what was said, he could read Longbottom's desperation in his eyes, and Hermione's definitive scowl of disapproval. Draco ended up stuck standing up against a side wall, surrounded by Potter on the one side and Weasley on the other, which made for an awkward socialization as the three exchanged glances before looking off in all directions but on each other.
She-Weasley, or 'Ginny' as Hermione put it, approached the three with a tray of what appeared to be red, homemade punch with dollops of sherbet on top. "Thirsty?" she tried to cut the tension, and Potter was the first to take one of the drinks, thanking his wife kindly. Weasley crossed his arms and turned his face away, leaving Draco to be cordial enough to take one of the drinks and mutter out, "Thank you."
"Listen to those manners," Ginny quipped, smiling sweetly. "Hermione said you'd changed, but I never thought I'd see the day when you'd stand in my Mum's living room acting like a proper gentleman."
"He's not a proper gentleman," sneered Weasley, "He's just a git in a nice suit who said 'thank you.' That doesn't make him a saint."
"He's right," Draco smirked, looking between Ginny and Potter, "I'm no gentleman. Hermione can attest to that." He noticed the red-flare along Weasley's ears, feeling accomplished. "And anyway, I'm not here to make nice with you lot. I'm here for my girlfriend."
"Do you think you deserve her?" asked Potter. It wasn't in a condescending way like Draco initially expected, but more of a big-brother, cautious sort of tone.
"I'll admit, I haven't an excellent track record for earning trust from any of you," he replied, "But Hermione knows what sort of a man I am now. I hardly care less if you approve. But I know, for her sake, it would mean something. -Everything." He allowed his voice to trail off.
The group stood quietly for a time, and it was Ginny to speak first. "Well, after what I've heard, you have my vote. The necklace was a nice touch, as well."
"That was from you?" Potter raised both of his eyebrows, his eyes fluttering over to Hermione and the jewel around her neck. "Actually, I have no clue why I'm so surprised. It would be like you to shovel out expensive gifts."
"You're just bitter because you haven't adorned your witch with anything as beautiful," Draco muttered under his breath, and he heard Potter snort a laugh -a genuine laugh.
"Some things never change, do they, Malfoy?"
"Why are we even attempting to make nice with the likes of him?" asked Weasley, finally looking between the group. "Have we all gone bonkers?"
"It's called being adults, Ron," said Ginny, "You should try it sometime."
"Hmph."
"You know, Weasley," said Draco, tired of the pretenses and most certainly not wanting to have to put Hermione through any more pain, "I don't recall Hermione, once, to ever demean you for who you decided to date after your messy breakup."
"Yeah? Like you would know anything about that."
"As a matter of fact, we talk a lot about it," Draco said rather cold, despite the fact that inside his protective nature burned. There had been many-a-nights when Hermione and Draco would stay up -not going at it like bunnies- to talk, instead. Simply talk. And it was how he discovered Hermione's insecurities -her fear of commitment, her fear of allowing herself to feel anything. She didn't know he'd figured it out, but it wasn't hard to gather from the way that she explained her disastrous attempt at adventurous sex with Ron Weasley, only to have it blow up in her face. Or the fact that he gave her the silent treatment for nearly a year, before showing up at the Christmas party with a co-worker on his arm. "You didn't exactly treat Hermione's heart with much respect after being afraid of intimacy."
"I -I wasn't – how dare you-"
"Oh, I dare." Draco took a sip of his punch, caught off guard by the bite, and coughed half of it back into his cup. "Merlin's beard! Is that vodka?"
"Don't tell Mum," Ginny hushed him, "She hates it when I spike the drinks. But I thought we all could use some liquid courage to get us through the night."
Draco glanced down into his liquor-laced beverage, shrugged, and sipped on the drink gingerly. "Anyway, Weasley, the point is this: you don't have a say in her heart anymore. You botched that up just like I did Longbottom's confidence potion." Weasley stiffened, mulling over his words. Draco could tell it took everything in the redhead not to come back with some feeble attempt at an insult, but with the way his sister shot him a foreboding glare, he settled on grabbing up the last cup on her tray and chugging it down quickly.
To Draco's dismay, Arthur Weasley approached the group, one hand in his pocket and another carrying an unlit cigar. "Boys, care to join me?" His eyes rested on Ron, who eventually caved and pushed off of the wall, followed by Potter, towards the front door. When Arthur's eyes fell on the blond, Draco searched around the room and frowned. "Yes. I meant you as well, Malfoy."
Draco fought off the urge to go bug-eyed as he led Arthur through the front door and out onto the front porch. He pulled out of his pockets three more cigars and handed one to each of the men surrounding him before lighting each tip with his wand. Draco wasn't much on cigars, but he didn't want to be rude (especially since he was an uninvited guest), so he took a drag and blew out a smoke ring like his grandfather had taught him to when he was a young teen.
"Now," began Arthur, taking a seat in the one, lone rocking chair next to the front door, "I can't help to feel this is none of my business. However -I can't pretend that I don't notice the way you three have been casting avadas with your eyes, so… as the eldest man, I feel it might be necessary to step in."
Draco's eyes cast to the ground, ready for the reprimanding of a lifetime, but was surprised when Arthur's eyes did not fall on him, but on his son, instead.
"Ron, you need to take responsibility for your actions."
Weasley's mouth fell open, agape, the tip of his cigar built up with ash. "Me? Dad, Malfoy just showed up out of nowhere and-"
"-I'm quite aware of what Draco did, Ron. But he doesn't answer to me. You still do." Arthur took a pull of his cigar and blew one large ring and two smaller ones so that they each fit inside of each other in a dazzling performance. "Hermione is just as much a part of this family as you or Harry. We do not judge you based off of who you date, and you should take by our example."
"But… but it's Malfoy, Dad," Ron pleaded.
"I'm right here, you know…" Draco muttered, but Weasley ignored him.
"He has the Dark Mark on his arm. How can you be alright with-"
"Severus Snape had a Dark Mark," said Potter quietly, turning his face to his friend.
"Quite right, Harry," nodded Arthur. "And Draco isn't a Death Eater now, in any case. -Are you, my boy?"
Draco blinked. "I'm sorry to be forward, but – you hate me, don't you, Mr. Weasley? My entire family?"
"Your father and I don't see eye to eye on most things," Arthur said frigidly, but softened his eyes when he noticed Draco began to tense, "But we are not our father's mistakes, are we?"
Draco shook his head timidly. "No, sir."
"You'd do well to remember that, Ron."
Ron glanced between his father and Draco, soaking in the lesson. Just to spite him, Draco shot a hearty smirk his way and sipped a bit more of his punch. He watched the redhead scratch the tip of his nose, fidget with the collar of his shirt, and rub the back of his head like it was a crystal ball before he sighed and said, "Yeah, alright." He put the cigar to his lips, took a puff, and exhaled. "You can stay, then, if you want to, Malfoy. I know… it'd mean a lot to Hermione."
"Gee, Weasley. How generous," Draco rolled his eyes. "Is that the best you can do?"
"At this point? Yeah. It's what I've got." He looked Draco in the eyes. "But… given some time… just…"
"You'll treat her right, won't you?" asked Potter, jumping in to save Weasley. "That's all we want for her."
"That's all I want as well," Draco agreed, his voice softening. "If she wakes up and decides never to speak to me again, and it made her happy, I would do exactly that. Because, despite our past, I love her." He met eyes with Potter. "I do."
Potter nodded, finally taking a drag of his cigar. "Quidditch?" When Draco did not answer, merely stared at him stunned, he added, "Neville challenged us all to a game of Quidditch earlier. I vaguely remember you being an alright seeker."
Draco smirked, taking one more drag from his cigar. "We all know I was better than 'alright.'- A game of Quidditch sounds great."
"First, I suggest you grab yourself a slice of cake, Draco," suggested Arthur. "Molly spent all day making it, and I guarantee you if you don't have some, she will hold it against you for the rest of your life."
Draco chuckled, taking a few more puffs of his cigar before putting it out, placing it under a stasis charm on the edge of the porch, and retreating inside the house for the infamous cake. He was surprised when he couldn't find Hermione in the living room, so he checked in the kitchen as well. No Hermione there, but a downtrodden Neville Longbottom sat at the kitchen table, staring at the half-eaten three-tier cake with a numb expression on his face. He glanced up at Draco's entrance and smiled meekly.
"Hey."
"Hello. -Erm… I'm supposed to have a slice of cake. Arthur's orders."
"You call him Arthur now?" Neville raised both of his eyebrows. "This night just keeps getting stranger."
"Tell me about it." He sat opposite of Neville and cut himself a slice. "I would say sorry for socking you in the jaw… but I'm not." Draco searched the table for a fork.
"If anything, you did us all a favor," Neville replied, scooting an unused fork across the table to Draco. He scooped it up, slopped off the icing (because, while he loved sugar, he didn't much enjoy icing) and dug his fork into his first bite, bringing it up to his lips. He was about to bite into it when his nostrils flared to life with smells. Nutmeg. Cinnamon. Bits of vanilla extract… his nose for Potions had made him a living encyclopedia of smells. The cogs in his head began to turn, and he stared down at his piece of cake.
"Of course…" He glanced up at Longbottom, brandishing the cake between them. "It makes sense, now."
"What does?"
"I couldn't figure it out. Why the confidence potion would turn you rabid on sexual trysts. All it should have done was make you an overly-confident twat. But… Longbottom. You've tried the cake."
"Yeah." Neville grimaced. "And if you don't want me chunking bits all over you, you wouldn't put that near my face."
"The cake," Draco said definitively, "It's the reason why you forced yourself on Hermione."
"What?"
"Essence of Dittany is an extremely sensitive ingredient. If the wrong amount is paired with certain herbs -it heightens the effect of those herbs. You tell me. What's in the cake?"
Longbottom's eyes widened, and he eyed the cake with interest. "Cinnamon and vanilla extract, for sure."
"Exactly." Draco took a bite of his cake to 'confirm his suspicions'-and also, he just really wanted some cake. He chewed, savored, and swallowed before saying, "The botched potion amplified the ingredients in this cake -cinnamon and vanilla are-"
"-aphrodisiacs!" Neville exclaimed, slapping his palm to his forehead. "Of course!"
"So, see?" Draco smirked. "You weren't acting like a sexual twat because it's in your nature -rather, you were high off of the cake."
"And I ate two slices." Longbottom nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah. That'd do it, alright. -Thanks, Malfoy."
"What are friends for?"
"We're friends now?"
Draco shrugged. "Eh. You've grown on me. -Like Devil's Snare." He bit into another bit of cake. "Where's Hermione?"
"Said she needed some breathing room. She's still none too happy with me…" Neville folded his arms in his lap, anxious. "She says she's not cross with me, but I can tell she is."
"Do you blame her?"
"No. Not at all… still… I said some things that shook her up. For instance… the photographs."
Draco's eyes darted up to meet Longbottom's, and he stiffened in his chair. How on Earth had he managed that? "Those photos were private." The grip on his fork was dangerous- one slip, and it could easily go right into Neville's eye…
"I'm aware." Neville stared, determined not to break the eye contact. "I'm sorry, Malfoy. I shouldn't have gone through your room."
"You went into my room? We need to have a serious talk about personal boundaries."
"I know it was wrong -but up until yesterday, I'd been convinced you and Hermione were no good for each other. I kept trying to figure out ways to prove it to her. I guess, there was still a part of me, even tonight, that still fancied her."
"She's a beautiful woman," Draco said quietly, "I can hardly blame a man for wanting her. But just so we're clear -I'm going to do everything in my power to keep her."
"And I respect that," Neville agreed. "I won't try to come between you two."
"Great." Draco smirked, setting his cake down. "Look, I'm going to go find Hermione and sort all this out. Just… quit moping around, alright? It brings down the room."
"Thanks… Draco." Neville smiled sincerely. "I mean… for everything. For hitting me. For sorting all of this out. I can't thank you enough."
"Stop with the mush, or I'll change my mind." Draco smiled, pushed in his chair, and strolled back out into the living room, where a game of wizard's chess had begun between some of the elder Weasley brothers, their wives sitting at a corner table, conversing. Ginny was the only one seated with the men, cheering George Weasley on as he made a move against Bill Weasley. She looked up when she saw Draco enter the room, and pointed up to the second floor. Draco nodded, mouthed, 'got it' and climbed the staircase subtly, no one taking real notice of him (aside from Ginny, who smiled).
When Draco was up the staircase and out of earshot from the living room, he glanced about to each of the doors upstairs. Finding one cracked open, he carefully made his way to the end of the hall, and as he got closer, he could hear the small, melodic sobs of Hermione. Politely, he knocked on the door before opening it all the way, finding Hermione seated on the vanity of the Weasley bathroom counter, her face in her hands. Her head popped up when he entered, and Draco shut the door quietly behind him.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey back."
He walked up to her and rubbed her cheeks with the back of his sleeve. She laughed, half-hearted, and said, "You'll ruin your shirt."
"Don't care." He smirked. "Now, I came up here to land you with some good news, and here I find you crying your eyes out. You're ruining the evening."
She stuck her tongue out at him but smiled all the same. "I, usually, have a talent for keeping my emotions tucked inside, but tonight, they seem to have erupted. I just…"
"Longbottom's behavior," Draco offered, "It was provoked."
"Provoked?"
"The cake. It contains some aphrodisiacs that, when mixed with an over-confidence potion, lead to some very… unideal effects."
"That's putting it lightly."
"Longbottom, literally, couldn't control himself. -I'm not making light of his actions; I just wanted you to know it wasn't him. It's alright to forgive him."
She stared at him and placed a hand on his cheek. "How is it you know me so well?"
"Grew up with you, remember?"
Hermione laughed and leaned forward, kissing his cheek delicately. "You pay attention more than you let on. -I noticed Arthur pulled you outside. Is everything…?"
"Fine," he assured her. "He even set Weasley in his place, if you can believe it."
"Oh, I believe it."
They smiled at each other, and Draco was afraid to tear his eyes away for even a moment, dare he destroy the words hanging on the tip of his tongue. "I meant it, you know. When I said I love you."
Hermione nodded, placing a hand on the back of his neck to draw circles with her fingers along his spine. "I meant it, too."
"I should have told you sooner. If I had, all of this could have been avoided."
"You think so?" She raised an eyebrow, letting her lips fall into a smirk. "You think your love could have stayed all of this?"
"Oh, I know it. My love for you could move mountains… or bedframes." He matched her smirk with one of his own. Glancing about the bathroom, he let an idea form in his head, solidify, and pushed it to the forefront of his mind. "Isn't this ironic?"
"Pardon?" Hermione looked at him, perplexed.
"Isn't this room what split you and Weasley up in the first place? Rather, the idea procured by doing intimate things while a party raved on downstairs…"
Her eyes went wide, and she gasped. "Draco!"
He leaned forward, brushing his lips against her ear, whispering, "I'm just saying, wouldn't it be fitting to mark off something from your list, Miss Granger?" He noticed she couldn't suppress the shudder he elicited as his breath tickled the shell of her ear.
"You're serious?"
"Most definitely. I want to give you everything you've ever wanted." He pushed himself between her legs, thankful that the vanity counter was a correct height so that he aligned perfectly against her, their clothes separating the, now, obvious need for each other that happened in a matter of seconds. His fingers brushed up her legs, to the hem of her skirt as he latched onto her neck with his teeth, provoking a low moan. Chuckling, he muttered against her throat, "Shhh… I didn't put any charms on the door, Hermione."
He heard her sigh desperately, and, out of nowhere, her leg curled around his hips and jerked him forward, rubbing his erection into her covered sex. Draco took no time in sliding his fingers up the trail of her outer thighs before hooking his thumbs under the edges of her underwear and tugging them down, down, down. He backed away from her to slip them off her ankles, and, with a toss over his shoulder, he reached for his belt buckle. Hermione's hands darted out, yanking him forward again, fumbling over the buckle and undoing it in one, fluid motion.
Draco looked back at the door, just once, to make sure it was properly shut before he allowed her to untuck his firm cock from his pants. As her fingers gripped around the length, he let out a hiss of breath, torn between letting her palm him for a few minutes or sinking himself deep into her pussy. Hermione made the choice for him, grabbing his tie, pulling him forward, and aligning him perfectly against her. Once again, he found himself left with the decision to halt or fall right into her -and, like before, he chose to fall. He slipped a hand behind her neck and played with the hair at the nape, while his other hand gripped her hip, lips brushing against hers as he pressed the head of his cock against her. He took her painfully slow, relishing the feeling of her constrict around him and the sounds of her gasping as she took his cock one inch at a time. He knew this would drive her mad, especially when she was forced to be quiet, and when he finally had filled her up all the way to the base of his cock, he sighed happily and looked her deep in her eyes. "Quiet now," he teased, before jerking out of her to the tip only to slam hard back inside. Her head fell back, and she bit down on her lower lip to keep from crying out. Draco closed his eyes, lost in the sensation as she tightened around him. He repeated the process, though this time, he worked slowly as he removed his cock before driving home with a harsh thrust.
Hermione leaned back against the mirror, undoing the buttons of her blouse to expose her breasts, clad in a lacy white bra. Draco smirked, leaned down, and kissed atop each one before trailing his lips up to hers and kissing her roughly. Without hesitation, he pulled out of her, yanked her off the vanity, spun her around, and bent her over. Her hand hit one of the bars of soap, knocking it into the sink. They both laughed. He met her eyes in the mirror, and he watched greedily as her breasts heaved up and down while she bit her lower lip. "Take me, Draco."
Happy to oblige, he slammed back into her, taking her from behind in a display of possessiveness. Her body jerked forward each time he thrust, bouncing her tits and making her mewl. Leaning forward, he cupped one of her breasts with his left hand while he rested his right on the counter to brace himself as he shoved into her harder. "You're such a naughty girl, Hermione," he whispered against the crook of her neck. "Getting your pussy pounded while everyone else is downstairs…" He received a happy sigh in response, and it made the corner of his mouth pull upwards. He gave her a few more good poundings before slowing his hips down to a grind, loving the way her eyes fluttered closed and her teeth chewed on her lips.
"Oh, Draco," she gasped as his fingers slipped their way under her bra and began to play with her nipple. The sight of her beneath him, moaning his name… it was all he could ever hope for. Ever since he was a teenage boy, he'd fantasized about moments like these with Gryffindor's bookworm. Instead, he wasted precious time pursuing useless endeavors with witches that neither cared about him or his needs. Hermione, however, fit every criterion in his book. Smart. Affectionate. She believed in him, even when he didn't believe in himself. And best of all, she loved him. She'd seen his flaws and still willed her heart to him. It was humbling in ways he didn't know possible, and he hoped he could give his heart back to her tenfold.
"I love you," he whispered, ceasing his movements, still buried deep inside of her.
Her eyes fell back open after a moment, and she stared back at his reflection, lips parted, face shrouded in lust. Even so, she fought it back long enough to stand upright, tucking her hand around to the back of his head to pull him closer, so that their noses met. "I love you, too," she told him, sealing her words with a kiss. He moved, then, grinding himself against her while sliding a hand between her legs to play with her clit. She moaned into his mouth happily, and with a renewed sense of yearning, she bent forward, bracing both of her hands against the vanity. Draco's fingers still rubbing her clit, he started back up his heavier thrusting. After several reminders to her to moan quietly, she tightened around his cock in one last hurrah; eyes squeezed tight, and mouth parted. It was spectacular, watching her reflection as she came. She looked so satisfied, in that moment. Not just sexually, but emotionally. It gave Draco Malfoy a sense of purpose in life; as long as he could continue to put that expression on her face, his life meant something.
Another two thrusts later, burying himself inside her to the hilt of his cock, he came. Draco swore he could see stars dance across his vision as he filled her up, taking in the pants and wanton gasps that filled his ears. This time, it was her to remind him not to be loud, and he chuckled, squeezing his eyes tight to shake the streaks of light behind his eyes. "Wow…" he sighed, leaning his head against her shoulder. "Just… wow."
She giggled softly. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." He kissed her shoulder and rubbed his nose against her. "So tell me… how was it?" She laughed again, and it caught him off guard. He raised his head and glanced at her in the mirror, noticing she had placed her hand over her mouth to stifle her fit of giggles. "What's so funny?"
"It just…" she stifled her laughter long enough to say, "It all comes full circle, doesn't it? The very reason I left my job at the Ministry and became a healer- which in turn, led me to become a teacher -to meeting you again… it all just…"
He understood. "If Weasley hadn't turned you down for bathroom sex, we'd have never found each other again."
She put her hand on her mouth again, laughing like a crazy person. "And now here we are…"
Draco smirked, kissing her cheek while simultaneously withdrawing himself from her. They both groaned, Draco from the sensitivity of his cock, and after tucking himself back into his trousers, he turned her around to face him. "The universe has an odd way of working itself out," he mused. "If you'd never come to Hogwarts, I don't think I'd ever allowed myself to be so… open. About sex. Hell, about anything."
Hermione smiled, pushing herself up on her tiptoes to kiss him on the lips. "I love you, Draco Malfoy. -Oh, if only my teenage self could hear me now…"
"She'd probably be jealous," he quipped, giving her a flirtatious grin. Carefully, he straightened her skirt out, helped her button her shirt, and retrieved her panties from the bathroom floor. "I'm ever so tempted to rip this set too and force you to go stark under your skirt."
"Don't you dare!" she exclaimed, seizing them at once. "Undergarments don't grow on trees, you know. This pair cost me a pretty galeon."
"Yes, but you're dating me, remember? I'll buy you a hundred pairs just like them."
She narrowed her eyes, tucking them behind her back. "Even still. Maybe I'd like to keep them if it's all the same. Call it sentimental reasons."
There was a knock on the bathroom door that made them both jump. "Hey, you two!" came the voice of Ginny Weasley, a spout of smugness in her tone. "The boys are getting ready for Quidditch! Are you done with the love-making? Or should I tell them to wait until you're dressed?"
Hermione bounded to the door, swinging it open. "Ginny Weasley! You hush your mouth right now."
"How long have you been outside that door, Weasley?" Draco chided.
Ginny merely shrugged and smiled. "I laid some clothes out in George's old room down the hall, Malfoy. They should be adequate to play Quidditch in."
"Thanks…" he raised an eyebrow. "They're… not going to be an itchy ensemble of wool, are they?"
"It's jeans and a sweatshirt. You should be fine." Ginny glanced over to the vanity, where nearly every item on it had been toppled over. "Naughty, naughty." She winked at the two of them and shut the door firmly. Hermione turned back to Draco, her face as red as a tomato.
"Well… she's never going to let me live that down," she muttered, laughing. "Quidditch, then?"
"Quidditch," he agreed, seizing the opportunity to dive forward and yank her underwear from her gasp.
"Draco! Give those back!"
"Nope." He tucked them into his pocket and smirked. Hermione swatted him on the arm but gave up when he kissed her tenderly on the lips. "Oh. One more thing." He reached down to the cuffs of his shirt, untucking each cufflink with careful precision before plucking her hand from her side and slipping them into it. "You'll be needing these back, Miss Granger."
She grinned up at him, her face lighting up like a Christmas tree. "Are you sure?"
"Think of it as giving you my heart," he told her, "As long as you're in possession of those, I know where I belong."
She smiled softly. "Then… I'll never return them."
"Sounds like a plan to me, Hermione. Best one you've ever come up with."
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